Kyoto Military District Hospital.
Yang Yunhai stayed by his grandmother Zheng Xiangjun's bedside without a moment's departure, while Black Bird groomed its feathers by the window.
It had never seen its owner so fragile before. If the person lying on the sickbed couldn't pull through this time, it was hard to imagine what its owner would become.
"Yunhai, go and rest." Grandpa Wang Fangyi came in, looking at his grandson's exhausted appearance with a heartache, and said, "Grandpa can watch over here."
"I'm fine, Grandpa." Yang Yunhai shook his head, "What about those two people?"
"Still outside." Grandpa Wang sighed.
What use was there to stand outside at this time?
Yang Yunhai gave a cold snort.
"It's our fault for not teaching her well enough." Wang Fangyi sighed, "If only we had known, back then I really would've..."
He glanced at Yang Yunhai, but ultimately didn't voice those words.
